The life of a hobo

I have not been feeling so good, but I'm loving my mom for leaving me a warm bed outside and for getting me my favorite flavors of fancy feast. Mom doesn't like feeding me ff, but I refuse to eat the good stuff that she feeds her other cats....I like my fancy feast! I'm such a good kitty, when "Big Yella", who is this big, nasty looking yellow cat that lately has been coming over and peeing all over MY yard and where I sleep, I don't even try to fight him or run him off....I just wish he'd go. Mom feels sorry for him but she knows the lady on the corner feeds him so she doesn't feed him and hopes he will stop hanging in my yard. Today, Penelope, a little kitty that thinks she is a dog, she follows her mom and their little shitzu when they walk, she walked right up to me and I didn't hurt her either. I am so not an aggressive cat. I didn't even hiss at the little dog when it ran up to me either, I just sat their bored and completely unimpressed. Mom says I am such a good kitty.